Milky bits of icy water dropping from the sky of doves,
crystallizing in blue in-the-making processes
of transgression of defoliated selves,
rainbows over brainstorms,
concatenated images fading in the mi(d)st of
the self-induced self-reflection,
in the hands of the omni monitoring
homunculus,
phases converging,
the point unfolding,
the manifold of my thinking,
in activity,
be active,
be, be so active,
know yourself-
long-waited principles,
so colorful in their
ockhamist flamboyancy,
now milky bits of icy water ouroborically ascend towards
the sky of doves, the writing fades away as the
equilibrium particles regroup,
like the white of an electronic paper when recurrent engrammatic strokes
with existence of their own from now on
(the third place) came into foreground, like a
reminiscent, in the ending, foreplay…
The selves fold (again)…



Kino gum/gram

Night turns itself into morning,
when the babies of apples on papers with stickers of joy reflect the series of numbers like
hampers on kernels of self-forgetfulness in ships like T’s best of him,
while eyes like sorrow bits of saliva from grapes in chocolate-wrapped pure thoughts
hook onto reality from outside.
Some parts of us always rest outside, I extend myself like a spider net into the S’s paper-cutter, just like an oasis of comics into a desert-merit no man’s land of partial analogies, like similes of smiles on J’s face- just hair on the structure of it all, mind the L in an image of bills from forests of ideas in green light over the cave of bats within caps like SC’s motherboard-
Stars shining on a button of ice. Mice shaolining the impersonal. Form, of course.



Snapshot

Exploring all of these
interstitial voids of
future spots,
remembering the future
in an endless
appraisal of
broken, fractal
coherence,
trying to trespass
the area of interpretation
into the area of
evaluation and
reconstruction,
remnants of
papers born from
complicatio-esplicatio
brains,
digits now, shining
like worldly inserted
mind-dependent
patterns…